it's not as if it's a matter of will

[vitaedolce]

There aren't a lot of wooded areas in Chicago available for witching use, and Maria wasn't about to take Brody (no matter how much she trusts him implicitly) to the Greenhouse--some things are still sacred--so it took a little searching before she gave up and went to the Nexus. One of the larger siderooms will do fine, with some extra preparation

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[campjesus]

Brody shows up looking like... well, Brody. Too much make up, too much clothes. Too short, though it's weird to be taller than Maria, her in her bare feet and him in his enormous platformed boots.

He probably hasn't told anyone where he was going, but that's par for the course with him, always so secretive, and then coming home messed up and trying to hide it. That's how he came home with fangs. But this is Maria, he trusts her, she knows what she's doing and she's going to help.

"Hi." His smile is small, and close-mouthed, and tired. He didn't want to eat, but he was more scared to have an empty stomach around someone living. He has so much vitae you could choke on it.

[vitaedolce]

She is a little concerned about how he'll react to what's in store, mind, but first a few things have to be ascertained. Her return smile is less tired than his, possibly unsurprisingly--she's still not really showing, but she's one of those pregnant women who takes to it pretty well. (Although it's still an exasperating and occasionally exhausting physical state.)

"Hey, you." Maria looks him over, and doesn't bother to hide that she's trying to assess how injured/healthy he might be. "How're you feeling?"

[campjesus]

"I'm--" He gets the smell of blood in his nose, and his reaction is obvious and physical. Nostrils flaring, taking in a deep breath--normally the smell would be enough to send him into a feeding frenzy--no matter how hard Percy (of all people) tried to remove that instinct, you just can't fight your nature--but he's just eaten. He's okay.

"--fine." He's not lying, either, he's in one piece and he looks healthy enough. "...How's you?" Yes, let's talk about you. And not all that blood. Nope, no sirree. Let's not ask whose it is, although he can probably tell by the smell.

[vitaedolce]

It's hers, yes, but also others'--she did use a spell to increase its volume, but her starting amount was smaller than it would've been if she weren't pregnant. Maria is cautious in strange ways, lately. She watches his reaction to the blood and tries not to be disconcerted by it.

"I'm all right. There's a chair in the center of the triangle, there, would you have a seat?" This is oddly clinical, like a doctor's office, only Maria's not really capable of being that detached. Still, this is professional--her job.